HOW BEAUTIFUL EARTH WILL BE.
By B. F. Robbins
WHAT a beautiful world the earth will be
When sin and the curse are no more,
When from sorrow and death it for ever is free,
Then a lovely world our eyes shall see,
When Jesus all things shall restore.
Our Saviour once said I now go away,
But I surely will come again;
We believe that his promise will not long delay,
And hasteneth greatly the blest coming day,
When Jesus in glory shall reign. What a beautiful world the earth will be,
When the City of God comes down;
New Salem, our Mother, so glorious and free,
Her golden mansions our eyes shall see,
With her King in his beauty crowned.
On David's throne in that City so bright,
The heir of David shall reign;
And the saints will walk in its glorious light,
All the blissful days that shall know no night,
And they never shall sorrow again. What a beautiful world the earth shall be,
When again to an Eden restored;
When the saints of all ages each other will see,
And walk in the shadow of life's fair tree,
In the presence of Jesus their Lord.
'Tis a blessed hope, soon the Master will come,
For the day of his coming is near;
We soon shall possess our beautiful home,
O'er the blissful fields of Eden to roam,
And the holy alone will be there.
B. F. ROBBINS.